The Monologue of Brigid.

 

(A lone voice whispers)

I am that which sends darkness running and into orbit 

The flood and spark of all things walking, through, life's many forests 

The flaming sword that never runs cold

To pierce and warm your heart, whenever you feel old

The Toll keeper and Soul Reaper 

Masters of pagan ceremonies chant my name

Hidden in old woods

As you will too,

When all is understood 

When your unexplored places, radiate in my visitations afterglow 

For, I'm the Above and Below 

The Great Harvest, that needs to be sowed, to be collected 

I see you at birth and feel your presence, 

Anywhere on Earth. 

 

So if you're hearing this and will soon know my name. 

Never feel rejected or neglected 

For I send blessings like soft raindrops to soothe your soul

From The Red Church pews

To light up your heart and to manifest, self belief within you 

As these few words are invoked with magic 

To bring relief through from this screen 

Whenever they are released 

By me 

Brigid, 

One of the Great Elementals

Always watching 

In the Great In-Between 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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Brigid, in this case, is associated with the transformative nature of fire, poetry, and healing. 

The Lifebuoy

 

Foundation.

A piece based on work place infidelity.

The question is:

If you spend 8 to 10 hours, when you're feeling energetic with work colleagues, and 4 to 6 at home with your partner, when you're tired.

Do work colleagues slowly start being more attractive, and is that why many office workers break up?

Title.

The Lifebuoy

(A lone voice whispers)

Floating like a lonely lifebuoy

In a hurricane of raw emotional seas after work

That defied all known physics

A secret version of The Pacific 

When I was drowning in a New Stone Age 

Created by critics

In my version of the Mesolithic

With pain written and carved across my soul

In shed blood and tears

Like Egyptian hieroglyphics 

You once floated my way in the staff room 

And with soft tender lips and gentle eyes

You held me with tightened fingers as my lifebuoy

Kept us both afloat

You whispered hidden secrets to me

To help me cope

As I to you 

Mystery Schools

Would beg to hear

Stories

Hopes

Fears and dreams

As we both floated in that mythical sea

For what seemed forever

You and me

Clasped so tightly

Together

In that crazy weather

But deep below at work 

The great sharks

Were circling

My lifebuoy held

Strong

Though

Chained 

To the bottom

Of that rough sea

Your grip firm

But then one day

You slipped

A voice in the office 

Caught your eye

In the near distance

And in that instance

Wet with that sea

You floated away 

From me

Watching with saddened eyes when you packed up and left

As I floated by

I can still remember looking at you

On the crest of that huge Nazare wave

That suddenly appeared

And screaming inside 

Over that ocean

Of never-ending undulating emotions

But I now know after the passing of time 

Love given freely

When accepted in any known form

Should be cherished

No matter how long

Or wrong

With no guilt attached if it chooses to leave 

For in that moment when guilt or regrets appear as you greave

Always remember the magic of that old song

Love will come 

When you're ready

To start going steady 

Our song

That helped us float

Together 

In that brief moment

Forever

A sonnet

We both once heard

No matter how tragic

And if I remember, as you walked out of that door 

You smiled

Then disappeared 

Forever

When that old familiar fire of ours

In your eyes 

Died 

And I floated away

Alone

Just another

Bobbing red and white

Lifebuoy

Looking for another

To meld with

To reach

Me

In that secret version of The Pacific 

With memories of your fingertips and sweet smiles

Glorious stories

And all those magical things

That once created a love song

That now still plays

As it heals

Somewhere

Deep

Within me

I just hope Love will come 

Because now I'm nearly healed

I'll soon be ready to start going steady 

(C)

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The Monologue of Maria

 

Foundation.

A piece based on a conversation with an elderly lady who misses her late husband.

Her last words of:

 You men don't last the journey. You work too hard.

In retrospect, I guess it's true. 

So the question is:

Will you slow down or just be a beautiful memory that suddenly appears, right out of the blue?

The Monologue of Maria 

(A lone voice whispers, looking lovingat a wedding photo)

I'll buy a white silk ribbon

Tonight, 

My love

On our golden wedding anniversary 

Lay it on your favourite glass dresser

Light one of your white perfumed candles 

I still keep near and visualise all our cherished memories

Together

Within it

Then tie it

Into a sacred white bow

And gently kiss it and put it under one of your still scented, favourite blue pillows

That way

We'll sleep together

Every night

Especially tonight 

Real close

Even though you're gone

Like we once used to do

As I remember, moments I still miss the most 

 

For our love is still stronger than death.

And lasts beyond the grave

And it's how I

Now a lone survivor 

Still waits with desire 

Waiting 

Praying for you 

In one of God's

Repentance, grief filled Caves

To return in dreams of the Great In-Between 

To help me continue with hope

With my incredible memories of you

Lighting my way with beloved beautiful sights 

Like medieval gothic lights 

Throughout this firefly-lit blackness

Especially when I'm alone at night 

Thinking of you 

While white perfumed candles light the way

With all the crazy things

We once used to do and say

(C)

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The Greatest Collection

 

Foundation.

Have you felt love's anthology?

A deep collection of emotions that affected you in some way?

Title.
The Greatest Collection

Loves anthology

The most mind-altering drug

To transmutate you

#Senryu

(C)
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What Senryu means?

A 3-line unrhymed Japanese poem.

Using 5 syllables for line 1
7 syllables for line 2
5 syllables for line 3

Structurally similar to haiku but treating human nature, usually in an ironic or satiric vein.

Have you undergone Metanoia?

 

(A lone voice whispers)

From embracing love and whatever she brought.

Good or bad.

Family and friendships, and its many levels, linked to negative or positive relationships.

Even enduring tragic illnesses.

Sometimes Destiny destroys us to willingly embrace Metanoia 

To change 

For as the old saying goes

If you don't transform as you grow 

Will your soul enjoy this version of your return 

To the mighty

Gaia

The greatest of all the Universe's picture shows 

As wanted or unwanted, gifts are exchanged? 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Metanoia

A Greek term relating to a profound, transformative change of heart or an intellectual conversion of the mind.

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Discourse

 

(A lone voice whispers)

Is one of the soul - satisfying pleasures of creating poetry. 

For you.

Searching methodically through your vocabulary, dark enclave.

For that unique word to complete your phrase.

To then present to simulate someone 

Chained up to Poetry's fast-moving ship 

Like an indentured gallery slave

With your intentions emanating like radioactive electromagnetic waves?

 

Or are you too, just another gallery slave who just writes poetry?

As you row for you. 

Expressing those never-ending whispers, whenever they appear, right out of the blue?

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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Sunday's Musings

 

(A lone voice whispers)

Are you happy with your life?

Are you content?

Have you ever thought many might seek what you already have and take for granted 

Especially those feeling abandoned and surviving, in hurriedly put up 

Red Cross tents

Walking around 

Hungry 

Unloved or empty-handed 

Have you ever thought about a word many may forget and choose not to embrace 

A word called gratitude 

For when we express our gratitude for what we have, never forgetting the highest form of appreciation is not to simply utter mere words, but to live them

And be glad what we have achieved

To then never let a day pass without embracing with gratitude all it contains

As they are received 

Appreciating and revelling within all those intricate, intriguing, beguiling moments, which may appear transitory and fleeting.

A meal 

A roof over your head

Time spent with family and friends

Laughter and joy

A warm bed 

Expressing conscious gratitude will attract more such wondrous occasions

Regardless of whatever comes bouncing back within one of Fate's many toys

For as a follower of King Solomon once said

All the riches within this world can never compare to the priceless wealth you already have;

The Love within. 

Maybe good books, great friends, and a loving family.

Or just self awareness 

Can one have too much of them?

So don’t wait for a special occasion or chase a particular sensation.

For every day is a secret blessing, since our feelings make us human.

Don't wait until your end of days to know this 

Learn to embrace, then release them like a deep breath of acceptance.

Because being Spiritual has nothing to do with what you believe, but everything to do with your state of being.

Did you know, some of the happiest people are sometimes those lost in the selfless service of the needy?

Accepting all they have with peace?

So my advice to you.

Never sacrifice who you are for someone else.

Be strange, weird, deep, mysterious and unfathomable.

Someone out there needs or seeks you.

Just know your life is your story.

So always try to paint and write it with love and gratitude, for they are the greatest painters and writers of all.

Be Inspired 

Love your Life with Gratitude 

For it would be rude

And a shame not too

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

 

Chapel at Rest

 

Foundation.

Poetry encompasses all aspects of the human experience.

This piece relates to the last visit.

A tragic part of life we all will someday endure.

If you already have, sending blessings.

Title:

Chapel at Rest

(A lone voice whispers)

Are lone goodbyes like lone turtle-doves that serenely fly away 

In wild winds of memories of a once beautiful Yesteryear 

Of one day 

They're here

And one day they're gone.

But you always, afterwards, cry silently inside 

In somewhere deep and quiet,

In new realms of unfamiliarity

Where beloved memories hide

When you remember moments of tranquility and sincerity 

Before that old love went away and unjustly died

 (C)

 Copyright John Duffy 

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Atsila: The Fire Lady

Atsila: The Fire Lady.

(A old voice whispers before midnight)

There's a light bringer I know.

Whose shadow still follows me, deep within my soul.

Everywhere I go.

Making me, sometimes, in deep moments of sleep.

Wander down to a White Room.

Hidden amongst, the beating red, in my heart's very keep.

We sometimes talk.

Sometimes, holding hands.

Walk and slow dance to Teddy.

And it always ends, with me in her arms.

Like Julius and Cleopatra.

When they too, were ready, to start going steady.

And then both whispering how we love each other so.

A soul I once met, from a place, so long ago.

I'll never forget.

Such a poetic swagger.

A husky voice to turn ice to water.

Just like Mick Jagger.

Some say we live and love in a Matrix, and what we wish for.

We can get, but every so often the Great Creator, likes to play divine tricks. 

Filled with such regrets.

So now, we two meet.

After midnight, deep within me.

In that keep.

In a White Room, surrounded by a fast flowing, Red Sea.

Together in spirit.

Separated in flesh, by blue oceans and seas.

The Cherokee called, Atsila, and a love struck cowboy.

Where every second in that room is precious. 

A beginning and end. Blossoming with such joy.

The girl with the golden guitar and the brown-eyed boy.

Today is the anniversary of the first day, we met.

In that White Room that suddenly appeared.

So I send this out.

A message for you, Atsila.

My fire lady who I cannot forget.

Channeled within this poetic smoke.

To guide you to our spirits, secret outpost.

Bring those dark eyes.

That husky voice and those tender touches.

That I need and still miss the most.

For our love goes so deep, normal routine folks, can't relate to our spirits ghosts.

So just find your way to me, for I'll always be waiting.

Night or day at that outpost.

Your host, dressed in white after midnight, every night.

In that very room.

Your souls' lover, who loves you more than most.

Just awaiting the return, of you, Atsila.

In the form, of your spirits ghost.

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

(Atsila means fire)

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Love never dies. Praise be.

 

Foundation.

I had a discussion with a priest and as we talked.

We unraveled the greatest days of our life.

Birthdays, school, relationships, weddings, celebrations, art, writing and holidays.

He then mentioned the Wake.

A time when you're there with all your family and friends at one of the greatest days of your life, but not.

What music would you choose?

Food.

And would you write a letter to be read out, if you got the chance?

An intriguing theme to consider on this rather hot Thursday morning.

Beyond all we achieve in life, sometimes its how we celebrate it that helps us live on 

What food and music would you pick?

Would you write a letter?

Salute.

________

Title.

Love never dies.

Praise be. 

(A lone voice whispers)

Even though I'm here but I'm not

I'm here in spirit as I have transcended 

Praise be

Even though I'm here but I'm not

I'm no longer in pain, 

As all those old tears don't matter anymore. 

For I can only pray they are now tears of happiness, as I lay there on that sacred floor 

In front of you all

For all to see

For I'm at peace 

Praise be 

All those old tired moments you watched me suffer, will soon pass

Replaced by youthful memories of me

The birthdays 

Weddings, 

Holidays and so much more.

So all can say in closing is I have transcended 

Praise be

And wipe away all those hopefully happy tears as you remember me

For we will all meet again

 

When you too have to walk through this great door.

And always remember 

I'm only offshore 

So never forget me

For all that pain you feel will be soon replaced by happier memories 

For all those sad tears won't matter anymore 

Praise be 

Remember me 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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